"This was a big failure. ”

In the dimly lit cabin, the plague doctor said to himself.

The cabin at this time was completely different from when he first arrived, the cold gas formed a white sea of gas, slowly surging on the ground, and random steps would stir up a wave.

Like a strange ritual scene, the corners are filled with burning candles, and the bright red wax oil flows on the ground like blood, intertwined with the cold gas, like the warm sun in the clouds, glistening with a dàng) ripple shimmer.

The plague doctor turned to get the medicine from another place, and casually observed his "laboratory", which he was very familiar with.

The sides of the cabin were covered with huge containers, the light of which could hardly illuminate the objects inside, and only a hideous corner could be faintly seen, which were bound by the low temperature and fell into a long slumber.

Near the cāo) platform, there were several hanging barbs, one of which hung a dying demon, its body was brutally dissected, and its sharp claws were pulled out one by one, but it was not enough to kill it, and its heart rose and fell weakly, like a cow or sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

With the demon's crazy nature, even this will not stop its bloodthirsty **, but the plague doctor is an excellent doctor, slender silver nails penetrate its main joints, and pipes are connected to the main blood vessels, and a large amount of tranquilizer is injected, spreading along the blood circulation to the whole body.

So the terrible monster was as docile as a kitten, allowing the scalpel of the plague doctor to fall, and could only let out meaningless moans.

"Not only did you fail to encroach on the body of the witcher, but you didn't succeed in eroding the Stuart group, and you even died. ”

The plague doctor shook his head as he spoke.

"It's a total loss. ”

Looking at the demon, the plague doctor said as if mocking.

"It's not like you, Lawrence, I always thought that whatever you wanted to do, you would succeed. ”

"Shut up. ”

Some weak voices rang out, originating from the demon's body.

"Okay, I'll not say okay. ”

The plague doctor grinned, then pulled the demon's blood open with his hook, revealing the twisted entrails.

It was an unimaginable curtain of blasphemy, the misshapen internal organs squeezed together, slowly squirming with the heartbeat, and in the midst of the bloodstain, an almost charred tumor existed, and his eyes had been crushed by Lorenzo in the final battle, and he could barely make out that it was a human head in the hideousness.

"Phew, I didn't expect this technology to be really feasible, but it still won't save you, Lawrence, your current lifespan can be measured in hours. ”

The plague doctor looked at the disgusting scene, without the slightest discomfort, but nodded with satisfaction, this is simply his most perfect work of art.

In the corner where no one notices after the explosion, the plague doctor stealthily arrives on the battlefield and finds Lawrence almost dead in the ruins of a train.

Just as Lorenzo demonized and gave him a slight chance of survival, Lawrence demonized it, and killing a demon and destroying the heart was not enough.

The plague doctor picked up the charred head, and like a grafted plant, temporarily transplanted it to the demon's body, and with the power of demonization, the demon's internal organs and blood circulation were used to maintain the survival of the head.

This technique has only appeared in medical ideas, and the original intention is to transplant the amputated limb to the stomach of the body when the amputated limb is difficult to treat, or there are more critical symptoms, connect the blood vessels to ensure that the blood circulation of the amputated limb is maintained, and when the conditions are sufficient, the amputated limb is renewed.

Although it is not clear whether it can be connected if the head is broken, in line with the goal of pioneering medicine and biology, the epidemic doctor did such a random cāo) work actually saved Lawrence temporarily, or maintained his near-death state.

But this is not enough, it is just an expedient measure, Lawrence does not have the help of Watson's mysterious power, the blood of the Holy Grail will not be so easily subservient to him, everything now is just a continuation of the plague doctor to him.

"Stop talking nonsense, Doctor Plague, do what you have to do, I'm dying. ”

Lawrence's voice was weak, and it became more and more difficult to maintain his demonization, and he was about to lose his mind and become an abomination.

"Okay, okay, I got it. ”

The epidemic doctor was slow and unhurried.

Walking to the other side, the machine roars, and with the rotation of the gears, the stagnant water in the container is drained, and then the temperature rises.

The container was opened, and the plain white body fell from it, but before falling to the ground, it was held by the plague doctor.

He stared at the plain face, it was strange, there was nothing special about it, it was ordinary, so ordinary that you could hardly even remember what it looked like after looking at it.

The plague doctor took the corpse-like figure aside and placed it on the operating table.

"Well, whether it's dead or alive, it's up to this time. ”

As he spoke, he took out the scalpel and plunged it into the demon's internal organs.

A viscous and dense voice sounded, accompanied by the sound of muffled breathing and the wail of the demon, and the plague doctor took out Lawrence's head little by little, and the cut was clear, pulling up countless blood streaks.

"How does it feel to be decapitated twice in a short period of time?"

Lawrence was silent, he didn't want to pay attention to the bad jokes of the epidemic doctors.

At the moment, all his thoughts were used to control the power of demonization, he was on the brink of destruction, and all the plague doctor did was to delay the time of destruction.

But he was not afraid, Lawrence foresaw his own death, he was destined to die, but not at this time.

The plague doctor placed his head beside the corpse, like some kind of evil taste, the two faces facing each other, and Lawrence lost his eyes, he could not see the corpse at all, and the corpse had its eyes closed, like a sleeping child.

As the temperature rose, the pale skin also turned a little bloody.

"Let's get started, Lawrence. ”

After doing all this, the plague doctor took a few steps back, as if he was avoiding something, and he watched from afar, and there was a violent erosion in awe.

A nameless wind swirled in the confined space, disturbing the air currents and bringing up the white gas, which shone like light on the surface of the sea in the faint light of the candle flame.

It seemed to be some strange ritual, a brief lull followed by a violent abnormality, the unknown power was stimulated at this moment, it rose and surged, and the glow jumped, as if there was a woman chanting shallowly, as holy as an angel.

The plague doctor stared at all of this, and there were not many opportunities to observe this phenomenon, perhaps this was the last time he could see this kind of "miracle" power.

In the warmth of holiness there was a cold that crept down his spine, and it broke everything that existed, and the plague doctor immediately felt it keenly.

Something came out, his pupils constricted, and he tried to observe the wonderful everything, staring intently until a vague phantom slowly rose.

The plague doctor almost suffocated.

He never believed in the existence of God, and he didn't care about the doctrine of the gospel church.

But this thing is excepted, this weird and mysterious thing.

It is actually there, it can be observed by the bystander, it is actually observed.

It wasn't the first time the plague doctor had seen this strange phantom, he had seen it on Lawrence the last time he was defeated by Watson in [Gap], when a large invisible hand tugged at him, as if to drag the phantom out of his body.

What exactly is this?

In fact, the epidemic doctor had some predictions in his heart, but he couldn't believe it, and if he did, it would prove that the world he believed in was wrong.

But he could not help but think, like the depravity of doctrine, because in the world he knew, in the knowledge he could understand, only this word could explain it.

"Soul ......"

The plague doctor muttered in a low voice, and couldn't help but stride forward, trying to touch the mysterious phantom.

But it was like a vain moment, and before the epidemic doctor could raise his hand, it disappeared from sight, and then the plain white corpse on the operating table began to twitch violently, the joints twisted strangely, the muscles contracted, and under the silent body, a dull sound sounded, and then the voice became faster and higher.

It's like a speeding machine, overloaded.

Until at last the plain white corpse fell down, lying on the cold ground, enveloped in gas, while Lawrence's head on the other side seemed to lose all control, and a large smear of blood poured out of the fracture, and the blood began to dry up, sinking along the mutilated skull, and in an instant it became a craggy appearance.

The plague doctor waited for a long time before finally shouting tentatively.

"Lawrence!"

No one responded to him, and he moved forward vigilantly, but suddenly the corpse moved...... Or that he should no longer be called a corpse.

The man curled up on the ground naked, retching in pain, and he spat out all the liquid and other unknown viscous substances inside, and then he breathed vigorously, and the new body ushered in the first breath.

The cold air poured into his lungs, and the intense pain caused him to wail again, followed by a resuscitation of his body.

His stagnant heart began to beat again, blood surged through his body, his skin became sensitive, and the low temperature inside the ship made him feel as if he had fallen into a sea of ice.

As if he was not familiar with this body, he staggered to his feet, and opened his eyes vigorously, as if he had not received light for a long time, and the dim light was as bright as fire in his eyes, and he shed tears in pain, and fell down again because he could not stand still.

The plague doctor just looked at all this coldly, and did not help.

He lay on the ground for a long time, and when he finally gathered some strength, he sat on his knees with his support, and then slammed his hands on the ground

Lawrence burst out laughing.

As if to roar out all its power, the young body roared angrily.

He did it, as he had predicted, this was far from his death, his fragile eyes opened hard, and he greeted the light of the world without fear, even if tears flowed, he never closed his eyes.

The strange laughter continued, until he laughed hoarsely and was no longer able to breathe.

"You witchers are really weird, you can't do it. ”

The plague doctor admired, picked up the robe and draped it over Lawrence.

"According to your requirements, the body cultivated with the blood of the Holy Grail, in order to ensure stability, the blood of the Holy Grail occupies only a very small part, but the price is that you are far less powerful than before. ”

"It doesn't matter, the power or anything, as long as I'm alive, I can get it back. ”

Lawrence's voice was hoarse, and it looked like he hadn't adjusted to his new body.

Although his body was new, the terrifying combat experience had already been engraved into his will, and after a brief loss of control, Lawrence was able to stand firmly on the ground.

"No, it's not a failure, I finally know who the witcher is, and this fake death has successfully concealed the purification mechanism. ”

Lawrence thought back to the last moment, the explosion caused the protective mask to fall off, he saw Lorenzo's face clearly, and finally knew his part, but he didn't expect it to be him, after all, in Lawrence's memory, he should have died in the night of Arrival.

"But it doesn't matter, we've become ghosts, and both the Evangelical Church and the Purifiers will see me as dead, and now we're truly part of the shadows. ”

Although it was painful, but the price was acceptable, Lawrence tried to take a few steps, and although he stumbled a little, he quickly stabilized his form, and his pace was steady, as if he had just been judged.

"I can't believe it, such a miracle is really done by the so-called power?"

The plague doctor walked around Lawrence, and he didn't care what Lawrence wanted to do in the film now.

He looked at Lawrence closely, and it felt like he was examining a perfect test subject, and he was wondering where to start dissecting him.

This is not a medical miracle, it is a miracle that only God can do.

"This is the power of [gaps], and this is what the so-called encroachment is. ”

Lawrence said slowly, but soon he fell slowly against the wall, clutching his head, and looking hideous.

"You look like you have a headache. ”

The epidemic doctor asked, like a serious doctor, "Do you need painkillers?"

"No, no, it's just the after-effects of the encroachment, after all, I have invaded other people's bodies with my will. ”

Big drops of sweat fell, and the pain looked far heavier than Lawrence had said.

"Of course, there is no such thing as a will, but when I jump from body to body, my will is still slightly severed...... It would be even worse if there was a will. ”

"For example?"

"For example, amnesia, for example, memory confusion. ”

Lawrence explained.

"You killed the original will, replaced him, and the fragments of his will merged with you...... Just as pure water has impurities, the more times it is invaded, the more turbid the water becomes, and the more fragments of your will will will be polluted by more fragments that do not belong to you, until you completely lose yourself in the chaotic memory. ”

"Sounds dangerous. ”

The plague doctor replied that it was a slow death, no blood, no wounds, but the name Lawrence would fade into time.

"So we're going to have some signs to identify ourselves, like a morning star in the dark. ”

Lawrence replied lightly.

But the epidemic doctor seemed to suddenly realize something, and he asked vigilantly.

"If this power was really so weird and powerful, the Western world would have belonged to the Evangelical Church long ago......"

It is not so much about encroaching on a person's body as it is about encroaching on a person's "share".

The plague doctor stepped back, and then his eyes immediately looked at the shriveled head on the operating table.

"So, Lawrence, what about your first body?"

He had just saved Lawrence from the line of life and death, but now that he was tense again, the sleeves of the plague doctor's clothes squirmed, as if the monster under the clothes was about to burst out.

But Lawrence, as if he knew the doctor's reaction, smiled contemptuously.

"Would you believe me if I said it was indeed my first body?"

He continued.

"Don't worry about the doctor, I'm not an immortal monster, in fact, even I am curious about this power. ”

Lawrence slowly raised his hand, young and fresh blood, this is a delusion that only appears in dreams, but now it is integrated into reality.

"I am the patriarch of the Demon Hunting Order, but during my tenure, I was not aware of the existence of this power...... The power I discovered in the book of Revelation is powerful and strange, but strangely enough, the Church seems to have deliberately concealed its existence, and if it had not been for my rebellion, I might not have known about it for the rest of my life. ”

That's why Lawrence was in awe of this power, and he didn't know why the Evangelical Church was sealing it up, but there must be a reason why a monster like the Evangelical Church could stop the power of greed.

He whispered the divine name.

"Gabriel. ”

As if hearing a long-lost call, in the deep darkness, countless phantoms slowly raised their heads, staring at the holy glow of the dome.